SUFFER.

overheatedcrow:

“Interesting.” She couldn’t help but smile as his demeanor changed, shifting from open to suspicious. Not everyone in this city was a helpless fool. “Where might I find such an organization? It would be a shame if it were located in one of the Sectors that always explodes.” Which, as she’d come to understand, was pretty much all of them.

overheatedcrow:

“The police force here must be terribly incompetent, then.” That’s good news for her, but it would be unwise to broadcast her intentions. “I’ve seen a fair amount of destruction since my arrival. Is there not a task force for these crises?”

amelserru:

So he can smile. She isn’t surprised to see it, but it makes something stir within her -- a long-repressed instinct that was, for a time, swept away by the impulse to destroy. The snakes within her hair shift, almost imperceptibly hinting at her sudden discomfort. The monster Gorgon isn’t meant to play the role of a loving mother; even within that nightmare Singularity, she was dreadful at filling in for Tiamat. Perhaps Medusa would know what to do here... But Medusa is gone, vanished with the erasure of her beloved sisters. A creature remains in her stead, wearing her face like a mask.

“I am well,” she confesses. “You seem to be faring decently, yourself.” The woman’s body shifts back against a serpent’s tail, leaning her weight against its coils. It’s difficult to describe exactly how she ended up in this body, aside from the Throne of Heroes having a sick sense of humor unto itself. “I suppose this form is a ‘what-if’ scenario. Medusa’s transformation into Gorgon wasn’t quite so gradual... Though I might have looked like this at some point. I can’t remember.” Her words are unexpectedly honest; she wonders if the sight of her ‘son’ has loosened her tongue somehow.

overheatedcrow:

“I was under the impression that this city is lawless.”

THE COLD-BLOODED SNAKE QUEEN.

“Ridiculous. Let the city fall to these little monsters... What difference will it make?” So she says, but she looks awfully nervous.

“All of this destruction... It’s a shame I can’t join in on the fun.” She’ll watch from a safe vantage point instead, her massive tail forming a protective coil around her.

chaldeanbeast:

“A present? What was it, a mouse?” She huffs, the serpents of her hair hissing faintly.

“... I was only jesting. You’re the one who took it too far, Beast IV.” Is she pouting?

amelserru:

Gorgon spots him while he’s pondering his approach, a blot of green against the frigid white-grey backdrop of winter. Given the strange circumstances between them -- his summoning, their imprisonment here, his very creation -- she can’t help but wonder which one he is. The first time she laid eyes upon the clay hero of Uruk, she’d mistaken him for Kingu, having forgotten the circumstances of his ‘birth’ from that borrowed body. Now, however, as she watches him stare at her from afar, she knows that he couldn’t be Enkidu. The rightful owner of this body wouldn’t spare her a second glance.

Her wings fold as he closes the gap between them. She settles against her snake-tail, crossing her feet at the ankles, and watches him; the serpents within her hair bob and wave curiously, stirring from the memories of a dreamlike occurrence. Even in this smaller Servant body, she still towers over him... It’s refreshing to see that he isn’t afraid.

“Kingu,” she replies. Her expression is neutral, save for the slightest raising of her brow. “I’m surprised to see you.” 

imperiouswag:

“Well, I do hope I qualify as one of those peeps. That name is slightly too long for me... No offense intended to Her Highness.”

“You’re correct; I did arrive recently. Someone saw fit to make the sky rain fire on my very first night in this place.” She leans back on her tail with a knowing smile. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

imperiouswag:

“Gorgon.” She smiles widely enough to show her sharp fangs. While the Chaldea Masters don’t necessarily scold her for her destructive tendencies, it’s still nice to find a kindred spirit. “At least, that’s what they’ve taken to calling me.”

“So, do you have a name besides Empress?”

imperiouswag:

“An Empress? Hoh.” Her lips quirk into a smile. “Some call me a Queen... But most of them never had the chance to call me anything.”

“What a coincidence. I tried that once, as well... But two annoying children and all of their friends got in the way.” She doesn’t sound as irritated by that as she should. “Pesky creatures, aren’t they? So determined to stay alive.”

imperiouswag:

“Oh, I’ve met a few. Even I was human once, shameful as it is to admit... Though I was ‘divine,’ for whatever that’s worth.” The look on her face suggests that she doesn’t think it’s worth much at all.

“What of yourself? You look far too impressive to be human.”

imperiouswag:

“I rather like the taste. A bit gamy, perhaps... But men are better as food than they are as living things.”

“Seems like a lot of people in this city fancy themselves as criminal masterminds... But I have yet to hear about anyone being eaten. That doesn’t sound very criminal to me.”

thirdsonofkou:

Beautiful. She stiffened for a moment, the serpents within her hair rising to bare their blackened teeth. In lieu of allowing them to attack, she raised the meat within her claws; the scent of raw flesh quickly redirected their attention, and they began mauling the cow hide without reservation, shredding it within their many mouths. Spots of viscera landed within her purple hair as they worked.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would assume you had a death wish.” She had ended enough lives to know the difference between a devil-may-care attitude and suicide ideation. “Is that what you want, then? Control over something beautiful?”